Attended first show of Js Finally Complete Band. Arrived decked-out and glammed-up as proper groupie ought to (complete with v. v. low cut, sheer black number), gave the boys their pre-show pep talk and headed for the bar. Was. v. unpleasantly surprised to run into J's Whoring Coworker. Wearing same outfit as yours truly. What gives? Reported run-in to both Js Roommate B, and Thin Blonde Girlfriend. A girl can not get tired of hearing "But you look better in it."
Grabbed front row spot with not-bad-looking guy at each elbow and, as sound was better than at practice space was floored by just how good Finally Complete Band was. So proud of my boys. Also, could finally catch lyrics to song named after yours truly. Am not quite certain what to think of said lyrics, but was indeed a fine song. Was interrupted by v. loud girl.
VLG: Oh my God! You look exactly like this girl on TV.
H: Oh yeah? I look like a TV star? Shut up! How am I supposed to hear my song with you bellowing at me?
VLG: Yeah! I mean, I thought you were her when you walked in. For real. She's on this new show, Hidden Hills...
BoyA: I would have said you were talking about the girl from Alias.
H: Flattery will get you everywhere. My song is over. Thank you very much!
VLG: Whatever. I'm not trying to flatter you... but you should totally watch that show. I think it's on ABC.
H: Will do. Weirdo.
After the show, J said he had to break down and load drums, etc and would he see me back at the house? Sure. Got nothing else on the agenda, as proper groupie behavior dictates. Rode back with J's buddy, G. Half way home, G got call from J.
G: Hey. Yeah, she's right here.
H: You tell him if he's bringing the whoring co-worker home, to tell you now so you can drop me at my place.
G: Nodding. Hey, J... who's with you? Oh. Cool. See you at your place.
H: Is she with him?
G: No. Their singer is.
H: Ok. Fine. Just didn't want any best-good-friend/office fuck fights breaking out.
Was in kitchen making midnight snack of turkey chili and week-old birthday cake when J came home. Followed by lead singer. Followed by Office Fuck. Um, wait. Was J not given the easy out?? What in God's name was OF doing there?? Waited appropriate time before feigning sudden exhaustion and asking G to drive me home. Lead singer came with.
LS: Please don't be mad at him. She said she was locked out of her apartment.
H: Bullshit.
LS: Yeah, but what's he going to say?
H: How about, 'Go home to your boyfriend."???
LS: He's stupid... I know. But he doesn't want to be with her. That much I know.
H: That makes the whole situation MUCH less uncomfortable!
LS:....
Indeed. What does one say to that? Sometimes excuses and apologies just add fuel to proverbial fire. Only thing ever asked of J was to keep me separate from his sowing-wild-oats lifestyle. One thing he had to remember. One thing he just couldn't do.
Fuckwit.